Chapter 168 True and False, Virtual and Real
Such a creepy scene was enough to make even a god like Li Yuan feel his hair stand on end.
There was still a pool of thick blood on the floor of the coffin that had been opened a crack.
It smells fishy and very bad.
It was as if something ran out of the coffin.
Li Yuan pinched his fingers and sensed that the old man from the clinic was unconscious in the inner hall of the charity cemetery. He was slightly relieved and felt that he was not seriously injured.
However, the vague formation in the charity cemetery was absorbing the moonlight at this moment. What was it nurturing?
What exactly is the variable that caused the originally calm situation to lose balance?
Li Yuan thought about it and could only associate it with himself.
"Immortal God, should I join the game?"
Li Yuan looked at the remaining two coffins with a deep expression.
Prohibited several years ago, allowed the night before.
Which voice is that of the real old Taoist priest?
How did this bizarre murder unfold?
Was the being who just made the old voice and stopped him from burning all the evil spirits the old Taoist priest, or the terrifying thing in the coffin that imitated the old Taoist priest?
Li Yuan pondered and understood in his heart.
What is happening here is not just about repaying the old Taoist priest's kindness.
If the old Taoist priest does not handle this disaster properly, I am afraid that the ghosts will reappear in the world and cause chaos.
And he...speaking frankly.
There is no ability to deal with the evil spirits.
The previous actions were nothing more than to break it with force, using the golden light of the merits of immortals and gods to forcibly suppress the ghosts.
To put it simply, the ghost den may not be able to trap Li Yuan.
But Li Yuan couldn't really solve the problem of the ghost.
Li Yuan looked at the red coffin, then turned around and glanced at the quiet ancient town.
It is early morning now. Although there are no ordinary people walking around in the ancient town, there is still a peaceful atmosphere.
This sense of peace seemed a little out of place in the cold and gloomy night.
It seems to be forcibly demonstrating the tranquility of the ancient town.
Li Yuan seemed to have suddenly thought of something.
His pupils couldn't help but shrink a little, as if he was shocked by his own thoughts.
If you overturn all preconceived understandings...
Li Yuan pondered for a long time with a complicated expression.
Sometimes he sighed, sometimes he frowned.
But in the end, Li Yuan chose to focus on what was in front of him first.
It would be better to find out more information.
If this matter is not resolved in time, I am afraid...
The horrific scenes in the ghost cave will be reflected in the world.
By then, no matter what the truth is, this place will inevitably turn into a hell on earth, with evil spirits filling the streets and murderous spirits everywhere.
"It will soon be the time of Gengjin..."
Li Yuan slowly walked to the three red coffins, stroking the red paint, his eyes filled with deep meaning.
Geng metal represents tiger, and the tiger's paws are killing; at this time, a ray of energy will condense between heaven and earth, cleansing the world and clearing out the evil spirits.
Most of the weird things will disappear at this moment.
It will not reappear until the Gengjin Qi dissipates.
And then at dawn, when the world begins to see the first light of day, those things will disappear into darkness and shadows again.
Li Yuan, you should make use of the Gengjin time to judge the real situation.
He hoped that it was not what he thought.
Otherwise, everything is an illusion, which is too sad.
Slowly, an invisible strong wind rose from heaven and earth, sweeping away the evil spirits in the world.
When the Gengjin time arrived, the three red coffins remained motionless, but the oppressive and creeping feeling they gave people had faded a little.
A weak cough was heard from the coffin.
"You came......"
The coughing continued for a while, and then a sigh was heard across the coffin.
Li Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, his whole body shook, he flicked his sleeves and sat cross-legged in front of the three coffins.
His eyes immediately took in the three red coffins.
An old and weak voice came from the coffin again; it was a bit dull and the source could not be identified.
"I have been waiting for you for many years."
The sound is rather hazy and ethereal.
If you don’t know, you might think the sound came from all three coffins.
Li Yuan tried hard to identify it, circulating his spiritual power through his seven orifices and concentrating his attention.
I vaguely guessed that the sound came from the coffin on the far right.
Another sound came from the coffin on the right.
"Over the years, I have exhausted all my strength to hold that damn thing back."
“Its identity…is not simple.”
Li Yuan listened quietly, secretly casting some Dishadao spells, and never spoke to interrupt.
"This situation was set up when I suppressed the evil spirit back then."
"That evil spirit thought he had possessed me successfully, but in fact, everything was planned by me, the old Taoist priest."
"It's just that I never expected that it would be fine if the evil ghost devoured the immortals. After being suppressed by me, this terrifying ghost thing actually gave birth to a second soul!"
"The immortal and the ghost are entangled, causing changes."
"It almost ruined the game and caught me off guard..."
A sigh came from the coffin, hating himself for being powerless.
"I asked my disciple to call you here because I hope to borrow your strength to break this deadlock."
Inside the coffin, the Taoist priest's voice sounded somewhat low.
"My disciple has pity on himself. His mortal body has been kept with these three vicious coffins for many years."
"My lifespan and fortune are almost gone..."
Li Yuan's eyes flashed, but he still didn't say anything, just listened quietly.
Inside the coffin, the old Taoist said:
"The contents of the left coffin have escaped, which will have bad consequences."
"I need your help. Use your magic to suppress the left coffin and lure that thing back!"
The voice in the coffin begged Li Yuan, as if it didn't want to see the bloody scene in the world.
But Li Yuan just sat cross-legged quietly, without moving.
The situation came to a standstill.
Inside the red coffin, the Taoist's voice also fell silent, as if he didn't understand why Li Yuan was indifferent.
a long time.
Li Yuancai spoke slowly.
"Really... just a ghost den?"
His eyes were bright, yet filled with a hint of helplessness and sadness.
There was silence in the coffin for a long while.
Suddenly.
The heaven and earth turned upside down at this moment, and the ancient town experienced a scene of changing stars and shifting constellations.
But all things dissipated like bubbles and turned into afterimages.
Li Yuan sat cross-legged on the spot, slowly closed his eyes, and remained motionless.
But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting cross-legged in an ancient mass grave.
In the mass grave, the earth and rocks are tilted, and the graves are scattered; bones of corpses are scattered in the wild, and the remains of the bodies have melted into the mud.
There is no ancient town and no charity cemetery.
There are no exquisite clinics and no quiet streets.
There were only endless dark forests in the distance, casting large tracts of dim shadows in the night.
Three large red-painted coffins lay quietly in the mass grave, looking eerie and terrifying.
Li Yuan took a deep breath, looked around, and found that in the mountains far away, there was an elegant figure in white standing, who nodded slightly at him.
Zhang Tiansheng's eyes were somewhat deep, and he didn't seem to intend to intervene.
And Li Yuan also realized some truths.
He slowly stood up and strolled through this desolate mass grave, looking at the simple earthen graves and the corpses half-buried in the soil with a very calm expression.
After a long time, Li Yuan walked to a place at the mass grave.
He flicked his fingers slightly, shaking out a corpse that had not yet completely decayed from the soil.
The corpse was skinny and shriveled, wearing a linen shirt, one hand tightly grasping a brass sword, and a loose Taoist robe draped over the body.
Li Yuan looked at the corpse and sighed slightly.
"There is never any real peace, only a lost hell on earth."
"You think you are still alive, but you are already a dead body in the ghost den."
"The three coffins are a dangerous situation involving the three paths of immortals, humans, and ghosts. How can a mortal who doesn't know the way of Taoism be safe and sound when he is involved in it?"
"Everything is just a dream given to you by that ghost thing."
“The ghost den…is the real ancient town; and the ancient town is the imaginary ghost den.”
Li Yuan lit up a wisp of immortal fire and burned the corpse.
There were shrill howls coming from all over the mass grave, as if there were horrible ghosts hiding there, being tortured, their voices were unwilling and resentful.
Finally, he completely died in hysterical howling.
The obsessive dream of terror contained in peace was eventually shattered.
Behind Li Yuan, among the three coffins, a sigh suddenly came from the big red coffin with a crack.
There is guilt, relief, and some reluctance.
But in the end, it only turned into two powerful words.
"gourd."